Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.